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“Fuck, I didn’t mean it like–”
“Shut up, idiot.”
“This is gay, dude. We shouldn’t–”
It was hard to complain. For Evan to say he didn’t like this. After all, he and Dally had been verbally fucking each other since highschool.
At this point, anyone would start to really think about it.
“Fuck off,” Evan groaned, pressed roughly against the passenger door to Dally’s car, “You’re gonna leave a hickey. I’m not walking around with a hickey from you, jackass.”
Dally didn’t say anything. He just moaned (what the fuck?) and kissed Evan harder, trailed kisses down to his neck and sank his teeth into the sensitive skin.
“Shit,” Evan swore, his vision blurry, butterflies swarming his stomach, “D-Dally, I–”
“Stop talking, Evan. Seriously.”
He kissed him again, forced his tongue in Evan’s mouth. Evan felt his heart flutter, fingers going weak, hardly able to clutch onto Dally or push him away when his bones were liquefying.
This was weird. Dally was weird. In what world would Dally actually want Evan? He was being way too enthusiastic. It was like he had been craving this. And why the fuck would he crave–
A moan ripped out of Evan’s throat, Dally palming Evan between the thighs.
Holy shit.
“You’re so gay,” Evan breathed, fighting the urge to grind against Dally’s incredibly bold hand, “Next thing I know you’re gonna try to suck my dick.”
“Want me to?”
“W-what?!”
Evan’s entire body froze.
“C’mere.”
Evan lit on fire as Dally took the initiative and unzipped Evan’s pants, head descending before he mouthed at Evan's embarrassingly large bulge.
“D-don’t…” Evan whimpered, but he hardly meant it, and Dally knew that. He just didn’t want to be as brave about this as Dally, make it seem like he was horny for Dally or some shit.
He wasn’t.
Couldn’t be.
“God, imagine what Iben would say.” Evan soughed, squirming just from this, “He’d never let us hear the end of it.”
“Stop thinking about Ib and focus. I want your mind on us.”
“U-us?!” Evan spluttered, another explosion of heat overtaking his body, “Jesus, Dally. I-I’m not gonna date you. The others would–”
“Who cares?”
“I do! I’m not a girl and neither are you. My dad beats my ass enough as it is, I’m not fuckin’.... you know...”
“Bi?”
Evan hated how hot his cheeks were, “Any of that shit.”
Dally pressed a lingering kiss against Evan’s clothed dick, humming before he spoke, “It’s not something you choose, dumbass. It’s just what you are. Straight dudes don’t freak out like you do when our faces get close.”
….Uh.
“I don’t freak out.” Evan lied.
“They also don’t pop boners when I kiss them.”
Evan frowned. “Why would you be kissing them?”
“Jealous?”
“...No.”
“Liar.”
“Shut up.”
Dally ignored him, groaning as he licked Evan’s bulge, Evan’s dick visibly twitching against Dally’s soft lips.
“This is fucking weird.” Evan grumbled, unable to stop himself from placing a hand atop Dally’s bobbing head, “Doesn’t it feel weird?”
Dally grunted, “It’d feel less weird if you shut the fuck up.”
“Fuck you.”
“I’m trying.”
Evan’s blush deepened.
“...I’m not letting you put your dick in my ass.”
“Sure.”
“I’m not.”
“Okay.”
“We both know I could beat your ass right now.”
“What’s that got to do with you taking my dick?”
“Taking your–?!” Evan scoffed, “Fuck you, Dally, I’m not a chick.”
“I know. So be a good boy and–”
Evan pushed Dally up and off his lap, immediately slugging him in his pretty face.
Dally’s head hit the car seat and he smirked, roughly yanking Evan on top of him.
“Does that mean you wanna fuck me?” Dally asked in a low voice. His legs were spread, nearly wrapped around Evan’s waist, “Is that it?”
“I…”
Whoa.
Evan couldn’t reply to that. Just the thought was making him dizzy.
Being on top of Dally…. thrusting into him… hearing him moan again and again and again. Making Dally submit. Making Dally fucking beg.
…Jesus.
Evan was so hard.
“Yeah.” Evan said, “Let me.”
“Okay.” Dally shrugged, leaning over the front seat to open his glove compartment, “Lube your dick up, yeah?”
“Wait, really?” Evan squeaked.
“Fuck yeah. Unless you’re pussy.”
“It probably won’t even fit.” Evan scoffed.
“Calling me tight? That’s hot.”
“In your dreams, dickwad.”
Dally tossed Evan the lube, scooting back against his side of the car and unbuckling his belt. “I've been practicing. Your shrimp dick won’t do shit.”
Evan grasped the bottle, staring at it with a thunder in his chest as he considered a composed comeback, “Practicing? What the hell does that mean?”
Dally bit his lip, getting his pants under his ass and starting on his surprisingly alluring boxers, “Started with my fingers. Got real good with ‘em so I bought some toys. Shit feels so fucking good to ride. You gonna let me ride you, Ev?”
Evan’s jaw fell, that pounding in his ears becoming unbearable. His eyes flickered down, just in time to watch as Dally’s thick fucking dick sprung free, slapping against his thigh before bouncing back up.
Drool dribbled down Evan’s chin.
He quickly wiped it away, clearing his throat as he tore his eyes away from the crazy sight beneath him, audibly panting, “Dally, we–”
“C’mon, Ev. Take your dick out before someone calls the cops on us. We don’t have all night.”
Evan obeyed, fighting the inclination to touch Dally’s dick. “Since when are you gay, anyway? I thought you–”
“I’m not gay. I’m bi.”
“Wait, for real?”
Dally’s smirk grew, “Hell yeah.”
Why the fuck was Dally making this sound so casual?!
“Since when?” They were bestfriends, “Don’t you think that’s something I should know?”
“I just told you.”
“Before you try to fuck me. I’m not bi. I thought we were just fucking around.”
Dally rolled his eyes, “Dude – You’re not fooling me and you’re not fooling yourself. Now hurry up before I find some guy with a bigger dick to break me in.”
It’s his first time…?
Evan shoved him, “I’m not fucking little.”
“Prove it.”
Evan drew his cock out, heart skipping a beat as he glanced down, saw their dicks this close together.
…Admittedly, Dally’s was noticeably bigger.
“Fuck.” Dally swore, his cock jumping, “I-I’m not convinced yet. Put it in me.”
Evan went silent, biting the insides of his cheeks as he uncapped the lube, squeezing way too much onto his shaft. He jerked himself off a few times to spread it over his skin, swallowing back a whimper as Dally finished kicking his pants off.
…Dally’s asshole was staring back at Evan, puckering and waiting.
For a moment, Evan saw white.
And then he was on top of Dally, kissing him, their cocks rubbing together as he shoved his tongue in Dally’s mouth.
Dally tasted like nicotine and the soda they’d shared. Somehow it was addictive, Evan sliding a hand up Dally’s nape, fingers grazing his shaved head.
With a frustrated huff, Dally shifted his hips closer to Evan, practically begging him to shove his dick inside.
Obediently, Evan took himself in hand, sliding his cockhead around Dally’s asscheeks until he finally struck gold, slowly easing inside.
They both broke away from the kiss.
Dally stared into Evan’s eyes.
Evan looked between their bodies.
Dally’s cock was already dripping onto his stomach, his entrance stretched around Evan’s cock, Evan’s girth more than enough to fill him up.
“Please,” Dally said – spoken in a tone Evan had never heard from him before, “Move your hips. God, Evan. Come on.”
“I thought–” Evan’s voice cracked, “I thought you were gonna ride me.”
“Please.” Dally repeated, so much desperation in one word.
Evan couldn’t bring himself to refuse.
Their lips met. Evan pulled his hips back, snapped them forward. Dally moaned, kissed Evan back sloppily, wrapped his arms around Evan’s shoulders like a girl and held him close.
It was so fucking gay. That’s all Evan could think. What made his cheeks burn. He thrust. Kept thrusting. Kept remembering this was Dally. His bestfriend. The dude he’d thought he would’ve married one day if one of them were a girl.
But only if.
Not… Not whatever they were doing now. It was wrong. Weird. Great.
It was great, Evan thought. He…… was happy. Really happy. Relieved. Laughing. He was laughing. And Dally laughed too, dotted sweet kisses against Evan’s lips and wiped away his pathetic tears.
They kissed and fucked and when Evan came a few moments later, Dally didn’t even tease him for busting early. He just jerked himself off, held Evan’s gaze and said “Fuck yeah” when Evan replaced Dally’s hand with his own.
“What the hell was that?” Evan asked, still so close to Dally, their fingers intertwined.
Dally shrugged, “Beats me. I liked it, though.”
Evan refrained from stating his feelings on it.
His tears said enough.
“Wanna stay the night?” Dally asked, bringing their hands to his mouth and kissing the back of Evan’s.
“Hell no. Ib would throw a fit.”
“He won’t even know we’re there. We’ll be quiet.”
Once again, Evan blushed. “We’re not fucking again.”
Dally grinned, “Sure we aren’t.”
“We’re not.”
“I wanna ride you.”
Evan sighed all the heat out of his body, an involuntary moan, “Your bed creaks too much. He’ll know. I don’t want him to know.”
“Then let me come over yours.”
“My room is a mess.”
“Your couch?”
“It’s fine, but–”
“Let me ride you on your couch, then. You can fuck me over the edge, too. All night if you want. I can handle it.”
Evan coughed, his dick more than alive right now, “Shut up.”
“Then we can take a shower. And you can fuck me against the wall.”
“Shut up. God, you’re so fucking horny for my dick, dude. Stop.”
“And in the morning–”
“NO, Dally! Just–! Come over and go to sleep. That’s it.”
“That’s it?”
“Yeah. That’s it.”
Dally chuckled, shoving Evan off of him and grabbing his pants from the floor, “We’ll see. Hop in the front seat.”
Evan pushed himself back in his pants, clenching his eyes shut as he willed the burn beneath his cheeks to subside, “Asshole.”
…They were totally gonna fuck all night.
What the hell did this mean?
Evan wasn’t actually into Dally…. right?
A voice in the back of his head told him that this was the best sex he’d ever had.
He ignored it. Stomped it into the ground. Covered it with dirt – no – cement and climbed into the front seat.
Whatever it was he was feeling right now would go away.
Dally and Evan were bestfriends.
And that’s all they’d ever be.
…Probably.
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